Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

Code E D, check on the one, two, three
male hard MC
Rap slave, a brother on the scene
With a gun and one magazine

Wanted, a half a million for the body
Two for the microphone
If you see him, dial five dash
A hot line to the and mayor

He's armed with ammo, a that's mine
All black in rap, strap nine
Silencer clipped, the rip on the sneak tip
The boy's about ta

They call him

Code MD, rappin' fanatic, rappin' fanatic
No short taken, black
Hit man, keeps my unbuckled
Book a look on my grill no signs of a chuckle
Or laughter, my name ain't Casper the Friendly Ghost

But I an MC if I have to
Quick fast like Alakazoo,
And I'll be damned, my rhymes slam like Bam Bam
Rubble, partner name is E Double

It's those green eyes that keep my man in trouble
Girls ride the tip, on his sac
I had to change my name to Wayne also known as Batman
And grab the with this hand
As I ya manslaughter

They him manslaughter

Mad man fully strapped and I
Don't flex, last chump who did, he got
Undercover, not D T but E D
And wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty

I'm the original, did crime, I'm no criminal
No static, pack a forty automatic
cat strapped in rap, holding my Johnson
Walking the streets, a Charles Bronson

As the beat kick, face his on the M1 done
Style's sharper than the in Shogun
First suckers disrupt the of a sucker MC
can't count one, two, three

I manage to damage, I the whole membrane insane
Like a base head doing
I kill a farmer his daughter
'Cause I'm the E Double and is manslaughter

They us manslaughter
They call it

As I stare deep into the mirror, I could only
To a gangsta, penile train of thought
You're out, you're beat down, you go big top shit
Run your trunk or get pistol whipped

I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit
Sleep on a sucker and you can't get with
Me bro, with this flow and I know Judo
Gun flow is my style, say this so you know

There's no time to or romance with a nuisance
ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants
Then off you go to the rap rat
Be stripped of mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack

That's what the ordered
Take two of these, dead,

They call it
They it manslaughter

To the farmer and his